SCOOTALOO: *repeats loud enough so the rest of the frightened victims could follow along with the plan* Clear! Fly! Fall! Complete!

BOTH: One.. two.. THREE!

A collective shout reverberated around the room, as every filly that could actually fly took off. The suited ponies gasped and fell back, unsure of where to go. There was too much confusion. A few of the faster thinking ones took off as well, tasers at the ready, aiming...